"Brute Hammer! Brute Hammer! Brute Hammer!"
"Ice Storm! Ice Storm! Ice Storm!"
Before the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators, the two ace gladiators increased their power to the maximum.
A bloody battle that would not end until one of them died was about to begin.
At that moment, dozens of glorious battle hymns sounded from below the arena behind Brute Hammer. A banner with seven-colored feathers was raised to represent victory.
The adjudicator had ended the battle.
He announced that Brute Hammer had won the final victory.
The audience fell into a short silence.
Then, there was booing that was ten times louder than the previous cheering.
The warriors of Turan longed for a glorious death. They were like travelers who had explored the desert for ten days and ten nights. They longed for sweet water that had been added with honey.
